It’s like the rain. You walk out the door of your dwelling and look up to a grey sky. It seems invisible, but they are there. The droplets. Falling upon the world with no prejudice. Everywhere you look and everywhere you can’t see, you know is covered with the rain.

Some try to run through in hopes of making it to the next safe spot. Some have protection, ready to traverse the environment. Others though. Others embrace it and step outside; likewise with no prejudice.

Choosing not to experience whatever inconvenience may come with the water and taking it in as the truth of their world in that moment.

Can it always be that easy? Can I step into the rain just as simply as I step into the sunlight? Or maybe it’s the reverse? Maybe I can step into the grey and face that simply enough. What if it is the sun instead that scares me? Can I have no prejudice towards the weather and face it all with open arms? Is that something I am capable of?

The cold embrace of the droplets cover me in a feeling of release. Lowering the walls on the inner storm and letting the outside create an emotional osmosis between it and what’s trapped. That cold becomes more than just the internal presence I don’t know how to share. It creates attunement between me and the world that I normally have no clue how to fit into. For those moments, I can see me. I can see my place in the landscape and maybe still, that is all an internal process, but the connection. The traces of water that stream down my skin, take my inner consciousness with it and lay roots down under my feet.

It really does feel like the rain. An ever present cloud hovering over me. My pity party.

I love it sometimes. Even in the middle of a storm, there’s so much beauty. The connectedness between the raging weather and the chaos it mirrors inside. 

Now it’s time to find that without prejudice; for any weather and create my eternal connection with the world around me.